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"Second point, corporate investment, because it is cost-effective. But there are also risks. Only good dramas can be popular, so how can we guarantee it? Haima is the guarantee.

So you don't have to worry, we will release the news and contact those companies, and there will be a response.

And now the tide of going to sea is in full swing, and there are more and more rich people. I dare to put down a sentence, the era of asking us to make dramas with money is coming soon! "

Consultant Xu waved his hand exaggeratedly, like the leader of some kind of cult, and the people under him were full of enthusiasm.

After he finished fooling around, he sat down and continued eating.

In fact, it's not a fool. From 1992 to the time when private capital was allowed to make dramas, TV stations and film and television companies have cheated many companies.

When the art center was the hottest, even the driver and the accountant were invited to be screenwriters.

If the quality is okay, it's a bit of a reward. More meat buns beating dogs, ruined by waves of bad dramas. For example, "Hippocampus Song and Dance Hall" filmed forty episodes, but halfway through the broadcast, it was not allowed to be broadcast, saying that the tone was too dark.

Enterprises spend money in vain, but Haima and his gang make millions.

In short, Consultant Xu spoke clearly, and everyone understood: Oh, it turns out that this model is called product placement.

The old horse rolled his eyes and said, "I said Xiao Xu, is there any way for the two parties to meet each other, that is, let's face each other and be more formal."

"Then let's hold a company meeting. I just happen to have two dramas to talk about. Don't you want to comment on the top ten trademarks last year? Get in touch."

Xu Fei paused, and said, "However, I would like to remind you that the purpose of placing advertisements is to reduce risks, and you can't put the cart before the horse and add everything to it."

"Isn't this nonsense? For sure!"

"We still have some integrity."

"It's all commercials and I don't even like to watch them."

Yo ho!

He was still taken aback, a little funny, okay, there is indeed a bottom line for art these days.

A group of people ate and drank, and ordered "Haima Song and Dance Hall", one episode per person, including Wang Shuo, Liu Zhenyun, Liang Zuo, and Haiyan.

Xu Fei was still looking at Yu Hua, and "To Live" hadn't come out yet.

He didn't plan to follow after it came out, "To Live" is a banned film, he doesn't play banned films, and his surname is not Chu.

By the time the game was over, it was already dark.

In June, it began to rain in Beijing, covering the unformed Lufthansa commercial district and East Third Ring Road.

Wang Shuo took the initiative to hitch a ride, leaning in the spacious back seat, feeling around, and said bitterly, "How much is your car?"

"700,000."

"Fuck, it's like seven yuan in your mouth. I also plan to buy a car recently, but I haven't thought about it."

"Can you drive?"

"I'll hire a driver! Dude's anthology is about to be released, and I have to give me a share of the price if I sell a copy, and I'll pay 10% of the price."

The price of a book is called Ma Yang. Bookstores buy from publishing houses, and there is a certain percentage of discounts, and the discounted price is called Shiyang.

"Yo, then you can make millions."

"Hey, almost. I guess it will cost hundreds of thousands of sets."

Wang Shuo is in the state before being complacent, half full.

Xu Fei let go of the steering wheel, and arched his hands backwards, "I admire you! You have increased the money for Chinese writers. I think I only sold a few thousand copies when I published the book. It's a shame.

I don't plan to publish it now. When this situation slows down, I will be given a discount for the entire magazine by the end of the year. "

Wang Shuo: emmmmm, can you let me pretend for a while?

"Dididi!"

After a brief silence, the elder brother rang loudly. As soon as Xu Fei picked it up, he was so gentle, "Do you have time? Can you come pick me up?"

"What about the girl?"

"She works late."

"Well, I'll be there in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Shuo winked, but didn't ask.

He came for a ride, so he must have something to say, and he talked for a long time, before finally saying: "That "Ferocious Animals", Jiang Wen may have taken a fancy to it."

"Jiang Wen? Isn't he in New York?"

"Not yet. This grandson originally talked about "I Am Your Dad", and Zhang Yimou was going to shoot it, but recently he kept talking to me, and he was not very interested in what he said.

He reckoned to leave at the end of the year and come back next year. "

"Oh, that's all right. He wants to find me, we need to communicate." Xu Fei replied, expressing that he knew about it.

Wang Shuo nodded, and it seemed that the message had been conveyed.

Sometimes between friends, two people's affairs are originally involved, but the third has to get mixed up, and it is very difficult to do things in the middle. The words must be clear, lest the inside and outside are not human.

…………

Night, Dorset Building.

Perhaps it was on a high floor, and the sound of rain beating on the windows seemed urgent and near. The lights were on in the office, and Zhang Li raised her head from the table full of documents, with a hint of joy in her exhaustion.

The government stipulates that foreign capital can only set up offices in foreign-related places (apartments, hotels, office buildings). Hong Kong and Taiwan refer to foreign investment treatment.

This real estate is owned by Hong Kong, and she cannot be in Huibin Building.

The journey is quite far, so Xiao Xu drove the little Jetta to deliver it every day, and came to pick it up at night, and only called Teacher Xu when he couldn't get away.

At this moment, Zhang Li packed up her things and went out with her bag. There is no one, an empty office, with a small flag on the table and a logo printed on it:

Ronda real estate.

I went downstairs, looked at the gate for a while, and ran to the bus stop to wait. The rain was neither heavy nor small, and the water vapor permeated the ground, wrapping around the feet, a little damp and cool.

"Baochai?"

Zhang Li was stomping her feet lightly when she suddenly heard a sound from behind. Looking back, a young woman came over with an umbrella.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, we don't know each other. I have watched "Dream of Red Mansions". A few days ago when I went to work, I saw a person who looked like you, and it turned out to be you."

The woman was familiar, and Barabara said: "I'm on the 12th floor, a company in Taiwan, and my English is good. What floor are you on?"

"Uh, I'm on the 17th floor."

"That's not far away, I'll find you to play some other day. Hey, why don't you film now?"

"I've changed my career."

"Oh, I understand, I haven't seen you since "Dream of Red Mansions". What do you do, clerk? Hey, do you understand English? How much is your monthly salary?"

"..."

Zhang Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and it was impolite to leave. At this moment, she heard two "didi" sounds from over there.

"Wow!"

A black Crown came slowly through the rain, like a deep gentleman in the dim night.

As soon as the door opened, a handsome and tall Lan Yin ran over, "Mr. Zhang!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Zhang, I'm late. You haven't been waiting long, have you?"

"Come here, slow down."

Zhang Li pursed her lips and went down the steps, holding a small umbrella by herself, while the guy opened a big umbrella, covered his head, and escorted him there respectfully.

He opened the back door, gave up his seat to cover the rain, and slammed the door shut. Running to the front by himself, he did it in one go, which fully embodies the professionalism of a driver.

"Didi!"

The crown passed in front of the woman slowly, without taking away a cloud.

"Wow, boom!"

The strange silence in the car seemed to separate the sound of rain from another world. It was rare for Zhang Li to laugh like this, and she collapsed on the seat, clutching her stomach and softly ouching.

"How? Save face for you?"

"How do you know what she's talking about?"

"An outsider puts you in front of you, no matter what you say, what you want is momentum."

"Oh, you, you..."

It took Zhang Li a long time to slow down, and said while holding the back of the chair, "I thought this was quite vain, but it's refreshing to feel it for myself."

"Well, I thought you were quite stable. Feel it for yourself. You're quite cute."

"Nonsense again."

Zhang Li looked at him in the rearview mirror and gave him a blank look.

"I've behaved so well, it's fine if you don't give me a kiss, and you can even turn the tables... oh!"